Can we put this week to bed already?

Hello friends. This week feels so long...the days seem interminable. That, combined with this headache I've had since Monday and a busy week at work have left me me with no direction for today's blog and a smarting reminder that when you vow to blog actively every week, you'd better have your poop in a pile to be able to do so or you will end up with a random shit show that I'm about to expose you to below. And a run on sentence like nobody's business.

My nails represent this week's sad state of affairs. When I was saving this photo to my computer, I named it Sad Nails:

Does this week seem shitty to anyone else? I mean even the regular TV shows were lackluster this week. I watched Gossip Girl in fast forward because the episode sucked so hard, same for last week's Vampire Diaries. I knew who the killer was in 10 seconds on Criminal Minds, and why the hell are they giving the profile so early recently, before they even discuss the case?

Dr. Spencer Reid, I expect more from you.

I also had to put a book to rest. Swamplandia!, I wanted you to be so much better, but I could not get past 55 pages. Sayonara. I followed that disappointment up with Last Night at Chateau Marmont, which was eh at best. I am now settled in to Ed King, and it's holding my attention quite well.

Other bad things from this week:

• Errands have gone poorly, and seem never ending. Why? How?
• I dodged human poop in Suburban Station on my way home on Tuesday. Again, why? How?
• Today I woke up seven minutes after I normally LEAVE for the train station.
• My driver side door does not want to work properly. It was replaced a few months ago and now has to go back. Damnit.
• I do not have a winning lottery ticket in my possession.

Good things:

• Tomorrow I will wear jeans on a working Friday for the first time in more than three years, and this is because I have a class off-site in King of Prussia and I can. Praise you tiny denim-loving baby Jesus.
• I have not murdered anyone even though I have PMS.
• I pre-ordered The Bloggess's book today.
• This weekend is shaping up to be a good one, with plans for lots of movies, new recipes, and times with friends in the mix.
• Lori and Jack will bring Maxwell home tomorrow!

This concludes my poorly planned post.

Have a wonderful day, unless you've made other plans.

SMD

When Errands Go Awry

I consider myself an efficient errand runner – I group them by location and bang as many as I can out at once. I would love to have a personal organizer/errand running business. Sometimes though, the universe conspires against you, and sends your errand mission off the rails.

Round One

Saturday morning dawned bright and cold. I had grand plans to knock some errands out of the park. My original list was tailor, Clinique counter, Target, jeweler, dry cleaner, Brother’s Pizza.

I was a little late in leaving my house, so on the fly I decided to push the tailor, Clinique counter and Target to Sunday. I made good time and got to the jeweler soon after they opened. I went in and told them I needed my ring redipped and was told they could take it, but would have to send it off premises since the jeweler was out until the end of January. Frigger. I really like him so I said no problem, I’ll come back.

Ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride, I sang in my head, and continued on to the dry cleaner. That went ok, but was much more expensive than I was anticipating. Damn you winter coats for all needing to be dry cleaned at once.

I arrived at Brother’s, where the hardy pizza makers looked tired and had not even begun to make the stacks of boxes. I got my pizza, plus a slice for the road because I am a disgusting glutton and cannot resist the lure of Brother’s, and was off, dreaming of a better errand running track record on Sunday.

Round Two

I set this up perfectly. I was at Target at 10:30, went about my business, did not overspend, and was sitting outside of the mall when it opened. I breezed through Boscov to the Clinique counter. I circled it. I circled it again. No chubby stick. What the hell! They didn’t have any in the store. I was a little annoyed, but thought whatever, I can pick it up downtown next week.

On to the tailor, which was…closed. Closed? WTF! Their hours clearly said 11 – 4 on Sundays. I asked on Thursday night if they were open on Sunday, and he said yes, of course. I guess yes of course also means HELL NO. Balls. Balls I say!

Sometimes even the best laid plans can be rolled up, shoved up your nose, and set on fire.

In Other News
I tried Pioneer Woman’s meatloaf this weekend as part of my effort to test drive four new recipes every month. It was unheard of moist for a meatloaf. Not the healthiest meal for sure, but good for a big weekend meal during the winter. It makes a large loaf, so you’ll have lots of leftovers for sandwiches if you try it. I also liked doing it on a broiler pan instead of in a loaf pan. It was hollerific holy shit hot damn good.

In My Next Life
I will have a job where I get bank holidays off. While it was nice to have primo parking at the train station, and to sprawl out on the train instead of being squished like a sardine, it would also be nice to be off today.

Happy MLK Day –

SMD

p.s.

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.
                          ~Martin Luther King Jr., Strength to Love, 1963

p.p.s: my kitchen partner taking care of the starches. Yes, that's plural.